It’s 2015. Look at that number again; 220.127.116.11. Isn’t that staggering? The other day I thought it was 2012. I’m getting oldish, and nostalgic for a time we weren’t so connected, techno-driven, and obsessed with every ping, message and text.
In this New Year I promise to write more. I promise to read more. I promise to be healthier, and most important happier. I’ve been obsessed with chasing success that I’ve lost sight of what is around me, and I’m very lucky. I have a family who loves me, I have a tolerable day job, and I have had success as a writer, and an editor and a publisher. I was told multiple times during the holiday break that I needed to be more positive. Perhaps that’s true. Well, I know it’s true. I’m hoping that being more positive will help draw better things to me.
My sequel is almost complete. I have a poetry collection scheduled to be released this year, and I have another novel, or two, and perhaps a poetry collection to complete this year. Reading however, I’m really going to push to read more. As someone who has multiple degrees, I know that once we pull away from an academic institution that we can sometimes fail at reading a wide range of literature. I’m going to push that for myself – a great sampling of reading every day, and not just horror, or YA or fiction. I am going to push myself to read many things.
Now, here is my vague statement for the week. I received some good author-writer news. I don’t know yet if it’s going to pan out into something, but it’s the kind of news that can change my life. It’s the kind of news one receives once in a lifetime. I’m going to be positive, but I’m going to remain conservative. Of course I hope this turns into something, but if it doesn’t at least I had one sparkling moment this month.
Promise to write more soon.